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Only his first day in Beacon Hills and he already has a black eye, pissed of attitude and finding himself stuck in the supernatural world --again.

Trouble always seem to follow Sweet Pea. After getting back from the nightly stroll in the woods and punching dogs(werewolves) for fun he needed to get to school.

Except he wasn't heading to school. He got in his bike (after tossing his school bag in a random bush beside the house) he revved the engine. He took off down to the other side of town, to his new hang out.

"Lyle." Sweet Pea nods as the older bartender nods.

"Usual or the special." The bartender asked grabbing a glass.

Telling him what drink he wanted he grabs the pool stick and racked up the balls.

•••

"Of course he isn't here! He doesn't care about school! He only cares about being evil and snakes!" Stiles rant as he spent all morning looking for the guy. Scott rolls his eyes, after telling Stiles about running into the guy last night.

But Scott knew they needed to talk to Sweet Pea. Just as he thought, Sweet Pea is avoiding them. He needed to call Derek to have him look for the boy. Once school is over they can talk to him. If he hasn't fled town already.

"Hey Derek. I need to talk to you." Scott spoke to Derek on the phone and hung up.

I hope Derek finds Sweet Pea, is all what ran through Scott McCall's head.

•••

Sweet Pea didn't know how long since it been since he walked in. He only left to get fresh air from the smoke and alcohol smell in the air. He took a mini stroll to the small deli to get Lyle lunch as Lyle isn't letting Sweet Pea pay for the drinks he has.

Derek calls up Scott as he finally answered. "Scott, does this kid happen to own a motorcycle?" He stood across the street from a bar that had a few rides and one motorcycle.

Scott asked Stiles who snorts annoyed. "Yeah, his dingy bike almost scratched Roscoe." Before Stiles could begin another rant about the new kid, Scott answers a yes.

"Let's go get the others." Scott pulls his best friend along the hallway. After getting Lydia, Allison, and Issac they get in their rides and followed Stiles's Jeep.

Issac, Scott and Stiles in one ride, the girls in Allison's ride. "Why do you hate the guy so much?" Issac spoke up from the back.

Scott sighs, he was curious as well but he didn't want to aggravate Stiles more. Issac didn't seem to care if he annoyed Stiles or not.

"Cause he's evil!!! And he has a neck tattoo!" Stiles yells as Issac furrowed his brows.

Once Issac laid his eyes on the boy, yeah he seemed scary and intimidating even more than Derek.

"I-I found his tattoo kind of hot . . ." Issac spoke awkwardly. Stiles snort and glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Yeah? Who cares what you think."

Scott gives Stiles a look as he burned with questions. Since the new guy came in, it seems like Sweet Pea was Stiles's favorite topic. Sure he was complaining but after what Stiles told him about Heather he figured he would still be in grief. But just as the words left his mouth, Sweet Pea was brought up again.

When Lydia was in his arms and she was opening up to him but all Stiles spoke about was Sweet Pea and how "evil" he was. It was almost like an obsession.

Everyone already figured out Stiles was bisexual, but no one said anything as Stiles never admitted it aloud. But the constant questions of asking if he's attractive to gay guys was a big clue. And his slight obsession with Danny.

If Scott didn't know any better, he would say Stiles was infatuated with Sweet Pea.

•••

"He's in there?" Scott asked as they all stood in front of the bar. Everyone having different opinions on the matter.

Issac was the first to speak up, "He's not old enough to drink though, isn't he?" No one knew the answer. It was possible Sweet Pea was older than them like Allison he was possibly held back.

Stiles snorts glaring at the familiar motorcycle, "The snake worshipper probably threatened his way inside." Everyone rolled their eyes at Stiles as they make their way inside.

Sweet Pea was enjoying his day, it reminded him of his home town. He pushed the thought away as he shot a ball in the corner pocket.

Later on in the day more people came in and some left. There was a decent amount of people to keep Lyle busy and to keep Sweet Pea entertained.

As of right now he was winning and there was a $20 bet on the line. His opponent was a young guy who looked like a early to mid twenties. Sweet Pea would go for him but he doesn't mix business with pleasure, the last time he did it ended in a bloody mess.

Right now, this is business, he had money but not enough for luxury. He still needed to find work and he wasn't going to be caught dead wearing an apron and taking people's orders. This was as close as he was going to get, until he found a job he could actually like.

Just as his opponent was in position to shoot, someone knocked into him. "What the hell kid?!" The man growls.

Looking up from his position he sighs, "If it isn't the Scooby Gang."

There stood puppy eyes, chihuahua, poodle, pug, Snow White and Strawberry Shortcake. Before the man could throw a punch at poodle, Sweet Pea intervene.

"Hey." He snaps his finger. The man looks towards him, the new kid nods to the pool table. The man sighs and goes back to the game.

The man cursed as he missed his shot as Sweet Pea smirks. If he pocketed the last ball he wins. "Listen Sweet Pea we need to talk." Scott spoke up as the group of teens huddle together. They felt wary about their surrounding, except Derek. Who looked casual and stood off from the group.

Sweet Pea raised his hand in a motion of "silence" as he got his stick ready. Taking a deep breath. He hot the ball and with a quick --clank-- the last ball was pocketed in the left hand corner.

Smirking in victory he held his hand out as the man let out a simple "Fuck" and handed the twenty dollar bill over.

Nodding in acknowledgement the man left, purposely bumping into Issac and Stiles.

Scott turns to the kid who took a sip of (from what he could smell) alcohol and put the pool stick away. "Look we really really need to talk, about everything."

"Hey, no kids allowed. Read the sign. 21 and over only." Lyle the bartender and owner spoke pointing to a sign behind him.

Stiles scoffs in shock, "He's not even 21?!" He yells motioning to the kid with the neck tattoo. Lyle gives the kid in the flannel an unamused look

Sweet Pea looks between the two. Lyle stood straighter ready to throw the scrawny kid out. "They're with me, we needed to talk." Sweet Pea nods his head knowingly. Lyle sighs and made his other customers leave (after they paid).

Lyle tossed him the keys grabbing his jacket. "Lock up once you leave Sweets." Sweet Pea nods as he caught it. Everyone looked at the boy with the neck tattoo.

"You've been one day, ONE DAY!! And you're already running this bar?!" Stiles yells, irked at how fast this kid (who literally came to town one day ago) can take over things. Next thing you know he's going to take over the pack from Scott.

Sweet Pea look bored at the conversation already. "Okay Scooby Gang, what do you want?"

Scott was the first to speak up. He begins to explain the situation. Sweet Pea already knowing the gist of it as Allison told him briefly when she drove him home.

From the sacrifices to the Alpha Pack. It was clear they were here for puppy eyes and not the pug.

"Ohh, a pack of wild dogs coming after Scooby Doo here? Ruh oh, a ronster! Ronster!" Sweet Pea mocked. Allison and Issac couldn't help but snort in amusement. Everyone else shooting them looks but they smile sheepishly.

"Let's just cut to the chase. I know about the supernatural, you lot are the Scooby Gang of the supernatural world. Now leave and don't bother me ever again." Sweet Pea waves them off as he put his glass in the counter.

"Listen here kid-" Derek sneered but Sweet Pea cut him off, not with words but by shoving him out the door.

One glare from the tall boy the gang walked out of the bar. Clenching his fist and taking a deep breath, Sweet Pea barely got his anger under control.

Walking out he saw the pug ready to attack him, Sweet Pea wasn't scared. He delt with alot worse than dogs.

Sweet Pea leaned against the railing of the bar glaring at the angry pug.

"I don't care if you turn into a dog once a month, cross me again and I'll make sure strawberry shortcake over there gets a new fur coat." Lydia slightly smirks. Derek's glare hardened at the meaningless threat.

"You punched my sister." Sweet Pea rolls his eyes. "Yes I know fugly is your sister. I know you find my threat meaningless but how's that cut? Hasn't healed?" Sweet Pea smirks.

Everyone turns to Derek who clenched his jaw. If you look closely you could see on Derek's jaw you could see a gash that hasn't healed completely and there was dried blood covering it.

Right where the new kid punched wasn't what made the werewolf bleed but what he wore on his hands. Sweet Pea wore one or two rings on each of his hands, they aren't just any rings but pure silver rings. Just like the dog tag, ring and chain he always seem to wear.

All pure silver.

Derek shined his glowing alpha eyes. "Is that supposed to scare me Scrappy Doo?" Sweet Pea spoke, purposefully trying to anger the werewolf.

"Enough. Sweets I-" Sweet Pea cuts him off. "Scooby Doo no one calls me Sweets but my friends. You're not my friend."

Stiles snorts not holding his tongue. He opened his mouth, "You don't have any friends."

Sweet Pea turns to Chihuahua (now called Shaggy) and smirks. "You're right. I don't have friends, I have family."

Stiles growl glaring at the smug boy. There was just something about this kid that got on Stiles's nerve and he didn't know why. Maybe it was the neck tattoo and how dark and mysterious he is.

His stupid height that towers over him.

His stupid leather jacket of "The South Side Serpents".

His stupid long raven hair that seemed to match his . . . face?

His stupid rings that he wears ALL THE TIME and they're just . . .

Stiles lost his train of thought. He mentally shook himself awake.

"Stiles? You coming?" Scott asked as the others were already in their rides. Only person who hasn't moved was Stiles who was glaring at the bar door. Where Sweet Pea ended up going back inside of.

Stiles grumbled under his breath but with his werewolf hearing, Scott heard what Stiles was saying. What he heard made Scott smirk in amusement. It was certain now that Stiles was infatuated with the new kid.

"Stupid Sweet Pea and his stupid face and stupid neck tattoo."